I don't know why you say goodbye I say hello

You say goodbye and I say hello
hello hello
oh!

Just cant get those lyrics outta my head...so simple yet so powerful.

I shall dedicate the remainder of this year to learning a Beatles song. (I'll have to find an easy one!)

So today is Monday the 10th of July in this year of two thousand and six, and my mood is settled, calm. I have avoided stress all day - well since the morning when I neglected to pre-prepare my bus-fare - exact change requirements i find a little fascist. Then the bus driver decided to read his paper instead of leaving on time (why couldnt the bus I missed have done that).

Clearly the above frustration is rooted in my own anger at myself for being lazy hence late. Projected feelings are uncannily related to those on yourself I find...

Anyway, without waznting to start an unenviable debate on existence and the metaphysical properties of self I shall get to the nub of this post: the footer.

ZiZou

What a legend! Sure he 'disgraced' himself in front of the worlds media (big taboo, dont we just know) but I feel far more sympathy for him than all of the England blubbers put together.

Good work Z. You will be missed.

And a quick well done to the Italians. They dug in when all around were shelling them.



Peace!